More is More. Sometimes.
Got a big packet from Blue Cross, another one from Medicare, and I guess I missed the date to get my SS checks started. This is all too much for me to comprehend, I can barely arrange for my Fosamax prescription to be refilled! Here I am pondering how this happened to me:
Note I am wearing my tiara, but the old glasses. I didn't know someone was taking my picture.Wow, things have been nutty since I got back to Boston. Today a friend from the 1960's came by on her way to Maine with her two grown daughters and husband. She was one of my best pals back then, but she moved to southern CA and put down her roots there. It was so much fun to meet her fabulous beautiful and accomplished daughters and make fun of the Housewives of Orange County. One of the girls was even named for my own daughter because she liked the name so much.
But that was simply a little break of sanity for me. I got on a tear to download more of my stuff and so started sorting through a few cupboards where I knew I had stashed old Ironstone. I loved this stuff in our old Victorian and used pieces all over the house. Since I took 23 years collecting it from one cheap flea market to another, it was kind of special to me and I just couldn't get rid of it all back when we moved. Some went into a storeroom in boxes but most got secreted away in the backs of cupboards so I could visit once in awhile. So now I know I have to deal with it and started getting it all out into the light again and here is what happened:

OK, so I need to be committed. This doesn't take into account the things I have already sold at the yard sales, or the things I took to Florida, or the five chamber pots in the bathroom, or a few other things. I counted over 200 odd pieces (counting a set of plates as 1 item). So then I took little pictures of all of them, yup- one by one little portraits against a white background so I could always have them to look at. And as I was taking the pictures I decided that this was the subject for my new handmade book so kept that in mind as I progressed.
My match striker. I don't use matches hardly at all, but I'm ready to try and light my fancy pens. This is part of the stuff I keep on my desk: a toast holder for mail, a celery holder for loose pencils and paper clips, this for pens, a stamp holder just to twirl instead of work, and some other loose desky things.It has rained pitiously for weeks now- I know many of you are going through the same east coast bout of cold and wet weather, but this is getting absurd. One of the drawbacks is the poor doggie who cannot handle thunder any more. She turns into stainless-steel-dog, stiff and cold. I have tried soothing her, tried ignoring her, tried distracting her but nothing worked until this:
































































